tomorrowland

"You're mine," he growled into my ear. "Not Niall's, not Zayn's, not Louis', and especially not Harry's. You're mine, and I will do what it takes to make you mine."

"Are you sure you're not out of time?" I looked at him over the rim of my glass filled with beer.

"I might be out of time, but I can fuck you better than any of them."

"Alright," I placed my glass down. "Then prove it."

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9. let the concert begin

I woke to loud music. Loud music. 

My eyes widened as I shot up from the soft ground I was laying on.

"Oh fuck, the concert." I drug my fingers through my hair, pushing it back off my face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." I got off the bed covered in a red comforter. I stopped and looked back at the bed. "Where am I?"

"She's been sleeping forever," I heard the voice coming from beyond the muslin covered door. "The music hasn't even waken her."

"Harry, she's had a tough night," said Liam. "Why do you care anyway?" 

"I just thought she wanted to see the concert. Isn't that what she's here for?"

"Just stay out of it. Go to the concert with Louis and Niall," Liam sounded stressed. 

"Fine, I'll go," said Harry. 

I heard a zipping and soon Liam exhaling loudly filled my ears. 

"Liam?" I muttered and soon the muslin was pulled back harshly. Liam was staring back at me, and I sat back onto the bed and covered myself with the comforter. "What's going on?"

He exhaled again, "You've been asleep for a long time."

"How long?" I closed my fist around the red comforter tighter. 

"Almost the entire day," he stepped forward, letting the muslin to fall before he came to the bed. I noticed the mosquito netting surrounding the bed, something I haven't realized before. He pulled it back and soon his fingers were running up and down the side of my face. 

"What's today?"

"It's Friday night. Do you feel alright?" His palm was over my forehead and his eyebrows came together worried. "You're really hot."

"I've missed the concert?" 

"Only Friday night."

"Friday night? Why don't I just miss the rest of the concert. I can't miss any part of it."

"Bo you aren't feeling well--."

"Stop calling me that!" I was angry and he was just upsetting me more.

He stopped, pulling his hand from me and instantly I felt cold. He swallowed, his Adam's apple moving as his almond eyes looked down at me with concern. "I'll be out in the other room if you need anything."

He backed away, letting the netting drop in between us. "Liam," I whispered as I reached out for him but he looked down at my hand before turning and leaving the room. I leaned back and let my head fall, knowing that I was being ridiculous. "I'm sorry." 

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I let the music fill my ears, hearing it almost too clearly. I was being stupid, just like Liam said. I was stupid because I acted stupid. I swallowed, taking my fears down my throat. 

I found the opening in the netting and pushed it to the side, allowing me to step out of the safe area. I quietly walked across the grassy floor which was covered in different patterned rugs. I went to the muslin door and pushed it away, the music was louder. 

I found Liam leaning on a high table and when he looked through his fingers at me, he lowered his hands and watched me. I looked away from him and towards the tent door, walking closer and soon unzipping the door. 

I stepped outside and I gasped. The cold air hit me as I looked at the brightly lit stage. There was a gate a way from me and beyond the gate hundreds of sweaty, yelling people. The neon paint marked their bodies in patterns and streaks as it ran down their bodies with sweat droplets. 

"Bo, I do know how much this festival means to you," said Liam behind me as a blanket was wrapped around my shoulder. "I would want you to have the best experience possible."

I turned away from the stage and up at him," Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Being…being everything."

"Well that's a wide speculation but I'm far from everything."

"Then just why?"

"You didn't run away," he said simply as he placed his hand on the side of my neck. "Like everyone does to me, but you stayed. So I should ask you why are you doing this?"

I didn't know, I really didn't, but I told him the closest thing I had to a truth. "For some reason I always get pushed back to you. I want to run, disappear like from a bad dream, but I can't. And instead of you being the monster hiding under my bed you are the one who constantly gets me through and…and saves me. So Liam, how many girls have you tried this game with?"

"Game? If anyone is playing a game, it's you Bo."

"I've never started a game." 

He made a sarcastic laugh, "Look at you. You are a complete wreck, and yet you always come back and torture me."

"Torture you?! You've got to be fucking kidding me," I pushed myself away from him. "What happened to 'you'll always come back to me, they always do'? What happened to that?"

"They never come back," he muttered. "Or end up in a mental institution."

"What do you do to these girls?" I almost breathed. "What are you doing to me?"

"Those girls didn't understand what they were getting themselves into." 

"And I do?"

"Yes."

"Who are you?"

He scoffed, "You just compared me to a savior, to an angel. So you tell me who I am."

I swallowed, trying to keep my ground. "You're Liam." 

He reached for my hand and I let him take it. "You know the Liam here," he placed my hand on the side of face. "But do you know the Liam there?" He moved my hand down and placed it over his chest above his heart.

"Show me. What is the real Liam like?" He watched my eyes. "I want to know what it's like to feel the way you do."

"Okay," he breathed before taking my wrist in his hand. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a thin silver rectangular blade.

I didn't struggle, I watched.

"You want to know what I feel?"

I was stupid but, I nodded.

Then he looked down at my skin and pressed the blade into the cells of me. I watched the blood bubble and then drip off my arm as he made a thin line over the inside of my wrist. 

"What do you feel?" He asked me.

"Pain," I said emotionlessly. "Then numbness."

"That is how I feel everyday…until, until I found you. Now I do this, this cutting to warn myself. To keep myself in control. Not wanting to hurt you or scare you, but for you to trust me."

"Liam, hurting yourself is not going to make me trust you. It's your actions, just being there like you are right now is enough for me to trust you."

He placed his blade back in his pocket before taking his shirt off, over his head and placing it to my blood. "It will scar," he muttered.

"I don't care," I whispered. 

"I could hurt you as fast as your blood poured from your skin."

I became intimidated, but I continued. "I don't care."

"I can completely ruin you. Mind, body, and spirit."

"I don't care."

"I'll give you one more chance to run," he said as he removed his shirt from my wound, the bleeding was controlling itself. 

"I'm not going anywhere," I comforted him. "I want to spend all my time with you."

I saw Liam open his mouth, about to say something but loud noise came from the stage as fireworks lit up the night sky. 

Liam's POV

I wanted to tell Bo my last secret that contained her, but the fireworks grew louder and instead my voice was muffled. I knew exactly why she wanted to spend all her time with me. She was controlled. Why?

I was afraid of her running away like the others. Of course, I'm probably psychotic and completely mad, but I couldn't let her go. I was falling to deeply, something I wouldn't allow myself to do, but this time the urge was too strong. I couldn't let her disappear. 

Instead she was beginning to trust me, yet she wasn't willingly trusting me. 

As she watched the dancing lights I whispered the single words that made her want me, unwilling to disappear. 

She wants to spend all her time with me?

I say, "Thank you drugs."

Please comment, like, and favorite!! 

morgan xx

ps sorry it's taken me forever to update, I've been incredibly busy with school ending! please forgive! 

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